When Sarah sees a seashell as she skips along the shore
Or chases pretty butterflies she hasn't seen before,
When Sarah finds a feather or a pebble that is new,
Discoveries that Sarah makes are our discoveries too.
Whatever Sarah sees and feels, whatever Sarah hears,
Reveals to all of us a world unseen for many years.
It's through your eyes, fair four-year-old, we'll see the world this fall,
So, happy birthday, Sarah. Happy birthday to us all.
This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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